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Some days I am more hurt than human, but always more hope than hurt.

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I think I will always be half a breath between the hurting and the healing.
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Always Breath Healing Hurt Myself
I am made of flowers, the kind that always grow back even after the frost.
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Flower Frost Growth Myself
And sometimes I think I could touch the sky because these hands were made to reach and this heart was built to survive.
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Build Hands Heart Myself Power Reach Sky Strength Survive Touch
No matter how many storms pass through it, this heart is still a gentle thing.
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Gentle Myself Storms
Learning to save some love for yourself has to start somewhere. What better time than now?
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Better Learn Love Myself Now Save Self Love Start Time Yourself
I remind myself that I am capable of growing flowers from rain and building mountains from dirt.
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Build Capable Dirt Flower Growth Mountain Myself Nature Rain Remind
I have cried with the rain. Now I will grow with the forest.
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Cry Forest Growth Myself Rain
You cannot hope to heal when you are stuck some where between needing to get over them and still wishing for them to come back.
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Healing Hope Relationship Stuck Wish Yourself
Watching the sun rise again over the rooftops I whisper the things I wish would come back, too. Like hope like happiness like you.
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Happiness Hope Myself Rooftop Sun Sunrise Whisper Yourself
My heart roams in the wild. A place where there is always room to grow.
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Growth Heart Myself Nature Place Roam Room Wild
I am learning to let go like autumn. I am learning to grow like spring.
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Autumn Growth Learn Let Go Myself Season Spring
Don’t you understand? I do not want you to fight for me. I do not want this to feel like a war.
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Feel Fight Myself Relationship Understand War Yourself
Like a storm that does not know where to let the rain fall, sometimes I do not know how to let go and other times I do not know how to stop.
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Fall Let Go Myself Rain Stop Storm
Nothing grows from spreading hate, You’ll find that out quite soon. But plant some love within its place, the world will surely bloom.
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Bloom Growth Hate Love Plant Quite Spread World Yourself
The wild is always changing like a reminder. You do not have to be the same to be beautiful.
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Always Beautiful Change Nature Reminder Wild Yourself
They tell you to be grateful for what you have. But you are also allowed to be sad for what you have lost.
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Allow Deep Grateful Lost Sad Yourself
I have found that pain has a habit of planting roots in beautiful hearts.
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Beautiful Habit Heart Myself Pain Plant Root
Sunflowers adapt to let the light reach them and I’m learning to do the same.
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Adapt Learn Light Nature Reach Sunflower
Sometimes I get lost in the forest while the rest of the world sleeps. But I don’t mind. You give me something to come back to.
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Forest Lost Love Myself Relationship Sleep World Yourself
Let autumn be proof that change is a beautiful thing even tho it can be hard to see at first.
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Autumn Beautiful Change First Hard Proof See
Always be kind. After all most hearts are home to some kind of pain.
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Always Heart Home Kind Pain
I am always trying to be more than I am instead of remembering that what I am is more than enough.
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Enough Myself Remember Self Love Try
They expect me to feel like spring but my heart is full of April showers.
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April Expectation Feel Grief Heart Shower Spring
I thought the answer was to bury the pain deep within, but nothing grows from grief.
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Answer Bury Deep Grief Growth Hurt Myself One Liner Pain
And maybe my arms have grown too tired to hold this but my eyes will never stop searching for miracles.
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Arms Eyes Growth Miracle Myself Search Stop Tired
We were a storm that couldn’t decide where to let the rain fall. I never wanted to let go and you didn’t know how to stop.
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Decide Fall Let Go Rain Relationship Stop Storm Yourself
Into the soft sand I will carve your name and let the ocean steal what little remains.
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Carve Little Myself Name Ocean Remain Sand Soft Steal Yourself

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